Flowers in class, the young girls ripple
and chatter
laughing together in twos and threes
their pages rustling
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Today is the day for finding things again.
Tom Tiddler gives out pennies in his grove
And Ali Baba comes out from his den;
The world’s becoming one wide treasure trove!
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Welcomed after absence, the returning queen
Meets maidens in her court who strew fresh scented flowers
And shower her with sweet dew praise.
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Standing on the corner,
He whistles at the girls,
He sticks his left thumb in his belt
And with his right he twirls
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The prince on camels roaring past our tent
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Thirteen summers thence I shall recall
How 13 summers past have rolled away,
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It scampers to and fro so quick,
A skater on an oil slick,
Provides the arrow to my bow
And downhill to my finger flow,
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Every sense alive, we make our way
Down the steep slope towards the rippled lake,
Brushing the foliage of multi-green
Abundant sage and grasses in our wake,
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Here pours the sun through my open kitchen window,
Clear and biting like the coffee,
Vivid like the marmalade upon the wooden table,
Yellow like the butter in the pancake pan,
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Sleeping stifling under eiderdowns
Roaring through dark tunnels speedily,
Twirling in the tight grip of tornado funnels,
Hurtling to hell and falling fast,
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